Lyrics On Friday

My friends the Cobalt Season write some beautiful music & lyrics. Beautiful, haunting, honest words about real life, in all it’s glory & it’s grim. This song has been the soundtrack to my week…

Rain fallin’ down on my face
Wash me clean; wash my sins away
And take me back where I used to run
So fast and free, like the Kingdom Come
Just like the Kingdom Come

Still we go marchin’ on, blood on our hands
Dirt on our skin, heads in the sand
In some other time or in the here-and-now
How far will we go? All that we allow

Help me out here…I’m getting tired
Help me out here…I’m getting tired

Pardon me if I say too much
I could never ignore that which I ought not touch
And curiosity might be all I got
And some cynicism from experience wraught
My experience brought me here

They say we must go on, never lookin’ back
Lest we ever learn the wisdom we lack
And curiosity, it might be my death
Though I may rest from time to time to catch my breath

Help me out here…I’m getting tired
Help me out here…I’m getting tired
Help me out here…I’m getting tired
Help me out here…I’m getting tired

And all that we need to see
And all those we need to hear
We tie their hands behind their backs and look away

Yes we tear the shirt right off their back
Then we donate cash for all they lack
Fancy ourselves philanthropists; save justice for another day

And we wonder how we got so far
Making money off each other’s scars
“Still it’s never my fault, I mean what other options did I have?”

Buying someone else’s tyrannic dreams
Of force and greed and foolish schemes
When there is Light to help illuminate the Way

Still we choose to tell each other lies
That this Kingdom can never be realized
The Master never could have meant the words he said
I’m getting tired

Where do we go from here? God only knows
Or perhaps that’s just a bunch bullshit spiritual prose
Perhaps we’re the ones we’ve been waiting for
Perhaps God has been just waiting at our door
He’s waiting at the door
And I’ll try to be the first to tell you when I’m wrong
I’ll write a book about it right here in my song
Here is where I start to try and start again
Learning to become a father and a friend

Help me out here…I’m getting tired
Help me out here…I’m getting tired
Help me out here…I’m getting tired
Help me out here…I’m getting tired